The red beefsteaks my grandfather grew till he died about 20 years ago at the age of 97. They where from seeds passed down to him and saved every year for nearly four generations by him. They where delicious and juicy and they where fresh on the table every day that they where in season. My grandmother canned and made juice for each of her seven children's families every year. Those red beefsteaks where probably the only tomatoes I tasted till I was in my teens and they are still the flavor I am hoping for every time I bite into a variety I have never tasted. Alas the line died with him and nobody ever found seeds from his last garden but if I could grow only one that would be it.
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